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Visigoth, Brooke, and Smyrna sitting in front of a different church this time. They are not abreast as they were the last time that we saw them. This time Visigoth is sitting on top of a large, stone wall, just in front of a towering steel fence. Smyrna stands erect, bent slightly backwards, seemingly defying the laws of physics, by simply keeping his balance. Brooke sits on the ground with a cigarette in her mouth. She seems relaxed as she slowly puffs away at her cigarette. Brooke begins to speak first.





There is a time coming. Perhaps...I have seen wrong. But I do know that it is coming soon enough. Soon all will know what there is to know. Dogma, I believe that you will be the one who is made aware first. You will be he who can sense the changes. The things to come. But now all of we are they. It is coming. It...is the time of the revelations. The time of the great, grand and glorious plans. One which no one could ever devise but a mastermind. And no one would ever guess who it is. WE must band together. For it is WE who must be the THEY that THEM talk about when THEM revel in THEIR saviors.





Brooke steps back and Smyrna moves forward.



Crying
Trying
Vying
To make it one more day

Singing
Bringing
Clinging
To hopes you can't convey

But feelings you don't want
Are forever gone
Thanks to your one last find
You'll see another dawn

Inviting
Reciting
Fighting
And you have finally won

Testing
Resting
Nesting
Until your work is done

But feelings you don't want
Are forever gone
Thanks to your one last find
You'll see another dawn

Hiding
Abiding
Riding
In the tumultuous storm

Laying
Staying
Praying
To the last trandescendent form

But feelings you don't want
Are forever gone
Thanks to your one last find
You'll see another dawn

Smyrna now moves back as well as Visigoth steps to the front of the triad.

Yes Dogma...you speak of us being freaks...But I beg to differ...I take no exception to being called freaks...but Dogma...I feel...that all else are freaks...I believe that we are really the only truly normal...I think that it is us who know what is to come...and we who are true to ourselves...I believe that to be a freak is not a bad thing...but to be a deviant...is not necessarily...to be a freak...I think that this epic battle...will show all of these freaks that we are the superiors of all of THEM...for time draws nearer...the time draws nearer...and it cannot be stopped...how ironic...a force...that does not truly exist...is unstoppable...and quite often...something that is the most severe detriment to all who challenge it...time...it is not an undefeatable force...but time is running out on all of you now...as the time continues to tick away on blue earth...my mind grows stronger...as does my body...but my mind...is not yet open...that is still to come...that door...is still closed...and shall remain as so...until...all of the freaks...can...smell...the blood...


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